Heaven Wheels Above You, Displaying To You

In Each Fire There Is A Spirit; Each One Is Wrapped In What Is Burning Him.

Ah! Justice Of Our God! Who Else Could Stow Such Travails New And Pains As Met My Glance!

But If, As Morning Rises, Dreams Are True.

Thy Soul Is By Vile Fear Assailed, Which Oft So Overcasts A Man, That He Recoils From Noblest Resolution, Like A Beast At Some False Semblance In The Twilight Gloom.

Fame Is Not Won On Downy Plumes Nor Under Canopies; The Man Who Consumes His Days Without Obtaining It Leaves Such Mark Of Himself On Earth As Smoke In Air Or Foam On Water.